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 Author: Nimby
Title: Diary of a Porn Pro
Part: 4 You're Only Fifty Once
Keywords: MFFF, exhib

   DIARY OF A PORN PRO

   by

   NIMBY

   Copyright (C) 2011 by KGV All rights reserved.

   All characters and events depicted in this novel are purely fictitious

   YOU'RE ONLY FIFTY ONCE

   Bebe took my hand and led me to the dining room area where the other two
woman had already gathered around the table with the birthday cake.  We
made a festive looking group.  The two daughters, one with a cake knife in
hand, the other shooting videos for the family album.  Mom, the 50-year-old
birthday girl, was topless--the top part of her pantsuit hung downward from
her waist, looking more like a skirt than a cover-up as it bared her from
the navel up.  I rounded out the group, naked, with my used-up cock
swinging limply from leg to leg as I walked.  I'd love to see the reactions
when they shared their video remembrances with friends and relatives.

   "I hope you like chocolate," Bebe said, turning to me.  "I'm a
chocoholic.  It's my only vice--oophs!" She glanced down at my cock, then
back up at me and grinned.  "I mean, my other vice."

   "How about the two of you standing over there," Belen, the younger of
the woman's two daughters directed.  I guessed her to be 27, her sister, a
little older.  Probably 32.  Give or take ten years.  I'm lousy at guessing
women's ages, especially with their clothes on.  "Let me get a good shot of
you both together."

   "Mom," said Sara, "why don't you pull your top back up.  You'll look
better."

   "Really?" She turned to me.  "What do you think?"

   I scratched my chin and gave her half-clad figure a critical look. 
"Well, I may be biased, but from a male viewpoint I say you'd look better
ditching the outfit completely."

   The woman turned to her other daughter.  "It's a tie.  Yours is the
deciding vote, Belen."

   The young woman chuckled.  "Go for it, Mom."

   "Two to one," the birthday girl said.  "That settles it." She pushed the
pantsuit down past her hips and stepped out of it when it fell to the
floor. That left her respectfully clad in a wisp of purple, a shade lighter
than the garment she had just kicked aside.  The panties had a front panel
wide enough to keep the view R-rated, rather than X, with just a string in
back that was buried between her butt cheeks, leaving an unimpeded view of
her nicely rounded ass.  She turned to me and struck a provocative pose.

   "You just lost another ten years," I told her.

   She smiled and chucked me under the chin.  "You are a dear."

   We moved away from the table so that Belen could get a full-figured view
of us together and put our arms around each other.  She had a slim waist,
and her skin--with nothing between it and my palm--was nice and soft and
warm.

   "That looks obscene," Sara muttered in disgust.

   "Yes, doesn't it?" Belen chuckled.  "Aunt Laura's going to eat her heart
out when she sees these pictures."

   "Won't she, though," agreed the young woman's mother.

   "Kiss..." Belen coaxed.

   Bebe looked up at me, smiled coquettishly, and we puckered together.  We
held the pose while her daughter tried different angles, then the minx
slipped the tip of her tongue between my lips.  My tongue didn't even give
it a second thought before wrapping itself around the slippery intruder. 
The next thing I knew, I had her tit in my hand, she had hers wrapped
around my cock, and we were breathing heavily into each other's mouths
while our tongues did a pas de deux.

   Of course, we had to break that up.  The kids were watching. 
"Goodness," she said, exhaling a big breath.  "We have to get to the cake,
don't we?"

   It was a simple cake, rich, chocolaty, with no other decorations than a
"50" candle stuck on the top.  "That's disgusting!  Take it off."

   "No, Mom!" Sara lit the candle.  "You have to make a wish--"

   Her mother blew the candle out.

   "There!  Now, get rid of it!"

   "Did you make a wish?"

   She looked around at the other three.  "Oh, yes.  I made a splendid
wish!" Then she looked at me.  "How much did they pay you for your,
ah...singing performance?"

   "Mother!" exclaimed Sara.  "It was a present!  It isn't proper to ask
how much someone paid for a present."

   I shrugged my shoulders.  "She's right.  But I don't think I took
advantage of them."

   She bit her lip in thought.  "I don't know much about these things--how
much would you charge to do all three of us?"

   To say I was shocked speechless is an understatement.

   "Mother!  He's not a professional.  He's just a guy who applied for a
job with my company.  I couldn't employ him, but I got him to do this as a
personal favor."

   The mother flushed.  "Oh, I'm so sorry.  I thought..." She cut a piece
of chocolate cake, put it on a plate, and handed it to me with a smile. 
"Would $500 do the trick?"

   I nearly choked on the birthday cake and took a quick gulp of champagne.

   Belen laughed.  "Mother, be real!  You just drained him dry.  There's no
way this guy could take on three more in the same night."

   That infuriated me, and I started to say something spiteful with a
reference to her soon-to-be-ex-husband Hector, but my eye caught on the
video camera she was holding and a new thought came to mind--one that had
even greater potential than the $500 Bebe offered.  "I'll tell you what. 
I'll do it for free--all three of you.  I'd just like to have a copy of the
videos that you're making."

   Bebe's eyes filled with delight.  "Why, we could do that girls, couldn't
we?"

   The daughters did not seem to be as excited as their mother at the good
fortune that awaited them.  "I still don't believe you can do it," Belen
challenged.

   I glared at her through narrowed eyes, looking as menacingly as I could
in my naked state.  "Wanna bet?"

   "Name your stakes."

   "Which of those cars outside is yours?"

   "The Lexus."

   "I'll bet a day's use of the Lexus--"

   "Against what?"

   "Against a day's service by me--mow your lawn, wash you car, whatever."

   She gave me a flirty smile.  "Whatever sounds fine.  You're on.  All
three of us, remember?  Before midnight."

   Bebe drained a glass of champagne.  "Oh, my!  This party is turning out
to be so much fun.  I think I'll be 50 again next year."

   "Might as well," said Sara as she filled everyone's glass again.  "You
were 39 long enough."

   Everyone laughed, clinked glasses, drank champagne, and laughed some
more.  Next round, I held back.  Let the women get tipsy, I needed to keep
sober for what could quite possibly be an exhausting challenge ahead of me.





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